But her small brother must have “jiggled” her, or done something, for the saucer slipped from Flossie’s hands.
Crash! It fell to the floor, breaking into half a dozen pieces.
For a moment Flossie stood there, looking at it with open mouth. Then as she realized what had happened she burst into tears and gasped:
“Freddie made me do it! That’s all your fault, Freddie Bobbsey. It’s your fault!”
“Oh, it isn’t!” cried Freddie. “I wasn’t wiping the dish!”
“But you—you—now—you jiggled me!” sobbed Flossie.
“That’s what he did,” declared Bert, who had seen what had happened.
“Never mind, my dear!” soothed Nan. “It was an old saucer anyhow, and it was cracked.”
“Was—was it?” faltered Flossie.
“Yes, it was,” Nan replied, and this was true. It was an old dish which had had a fall before. But this was the end of it. “Dinah often said she was going to throw that old saucer away,” went on Nan. “Now I’ll do it.”